Not enough incoming income peculiar proud pour decisive passionate affordable passionate such indecency poverty~
12/28/30
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Categories:
indecent, absence, allusion, conflict, money,
Form: Monoku
Would you waste it all for a public intoxication?
All meaning the rest of your lonely night writing bullsh*t into a journal
I'm sure you all know that question was rhetorical
Public indecency is instilled into our innate cirriculum that can't be unlearned
Brilliantly ibid
Socialites anti-social distancing casted on the back wall like a flower hanging in the shade
Catching the anarchist rays that break through the blades of a withered hasta
That spew a fragrance of vomit and jager bombs like a sh*t bar does so well
Only to burn your shadow like your tongue on your last shot of cheap whiskey before the boys in blue ended your night early
Categories:
indecent, 1st grade, addiction,
Form: Free verse
topple the statue of David -for crime of indecent exposure
Categories:
indecent, art, history, social,
Form: Limerick
Of the bastard’s son, his mentality belied
That which was unforeseen among simple minded
People. A state with which corruption pollutes and lies,
While women in white sheets must be reminded.
For who can join in speech of which social populace cries,
When thou who is speaking knows not about the world therein?
A world filled with painted red roses living in a civility veiled guise
Must too soon realize that those who rule are those kingpins of tough skin.
Maidens of weak nature who abstain from pleasures of flesh
Are meant to be products of those who they sire from.
While pristine image flounders like a home creche
Mandates order amongst chaos, to live amongst the intellectually numb.
Virgin innocence reins clipped and controlled by those noble
Of intention, while the victim remains stuck in constructs – lost and immobile.
Categories:
indecent, innocence, judgement, society, voice,
Form: Sonnet
man of decency
if lives with indecent ones
becomes indecent
Categories:
indecent, education, philosophy, social,
Form: Monoku
AN INDECENT DESCENT
I fear each dawning every morning
I face the fright every night
Every minute of every hour
And there is a corner in which I cower
I cower in a corner at a secret place
As I pray to God, just in case
Just in case God is real after all
And should death too soon come to call
Black turns to gray and gray to blue
As nighttime’s last gasp turned anew
Another day to damn my soul’s one need
When upon misery for me the sun and moon agreed
Fear is found at the break of day
All in the furtherance of what fades away
Then welcome to darkness by a sun’s decent
And too little time remains for me to repent
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Categories:
indecent, angst, me,
Form: Quatrain
Happiness and peace once more,
moratorium on war.
If men agree.
No more bullets no more gore.
Costs we save could feed the poor.
Grand that would be.
Children silently implore,
stop the bombs that they abhor,
from sea to sea.
Children should not have to flee
from each unmanned drone they see.
They’re in the way.
Push a button have some tea,
there’s no danger here for me,
just one more day.
The results I do not see
when done so efficiently.
Don’t have to pay.
Fate of Earth is ours to weigh,
from wars fought the modern way,
far from the site.
Richer nations rule the day,
lesser ones are in the fray.
Might makes it right.
If to other gods they pray,
blow them up without delay.
Science is might.
For David Williams' contest
Categories:
indecent, war,
Form: Verse
Indecent Inflictions
Have I woken up in a place I’ve never known?
Commonality is a depth I seem unable to fathom.
Do I give of what I’m asked; but what’s mine is also your’s?
I seem to have wrongly assumed I am.
The assassin of love is not failure in itself;
The killer is degrees.
Degrees that inflict and destroy; and accompanied always---
By those thoughtless justifications.
People don’t really drown in their own tears;
And if they fall to their knees they still breathe.
Though its mending may take many years;
Nobody really dies from a broken heart;
Since she’s been gone I feel only with my heart.
This is it for now; but tomorrow is another day;
And limb by limb my craft takes shape.
For from this desolate island of loneliness I will escape.
Categories:
indecent, angst, lost love, sad,
Form: Free verse